Glastonbury 2017: Friday as it happened – with Bradley Cooper, Johnny Depp, Charli XCX and more

Following our exclusive news story last week, it’s officially official – Corbyn is incoming.

He will arrive to a festival awash with Corbyn mania:

And ever more Corbyn flags:

Given she’s only eight years old, we’re probably flouting some kind of child labour law by employing Z as a reviewer, but she’s just too damn adorable. Following her scathing takedown of Napalm Death earlier, how will Basil Brush fair after his appearance in the Kidzfield?

My favourite bit was Basil’s Elvis impression with his black wig and glasses. The foam pie throwing was good too. He doesn’t look like he does on the TV but he’s still a funny, cheeky fox who goes “Boom boom!” a lot – and my dad did too!

Our reporter James Coke is rolling around the site in an all-terrain wheelchair trike, and meeting other people who aren’t letting disability get in the way of an amazing weekend. Next up is disabled access steward Tony Lawson.

I first came to Glastonbury in 1989. In 1993, a motorbike smash left me with mobility issues. I carried on coming and in 2005 I joined the disabled access crew. I carried on working for them and will carry on working for them as long as they’ll have me. Best job in the world.

The Spring Ground disabled camping field is like its own little festival within a festival. It’s a lot of the same staff and the same customers every year. The customers in here tend to have their own festival, their own group of friends, and it comes together like one big family within this field.

Leonard Cohen in 2008 was my best ever Glastonbury moment. Absolutely stunning two-hour set.

At 5.30pm we’ll be having a Facebook Live chat with the incredible queer rapper Mykki Blanco, backstage at Glastonbury’s premier gay nightspot, NYC Downlow. Read up on him then follow along on the Guardian Facebook page.

Dua Lipa is FREAKING OUT you guys:

She brought her contemporary pop and admirably toned abdominals to the John Peel stage earlier today, ahead of the likes of the Lemon Twigs, Declan McKenna and Clean Bandit.

This year’s festival has its very own Glastronaut. Mike Massimino is a former Nasa spaceman who was involved in the crucial final repair mission of the Hubble telescope in 2009. Appearing in the suitably lofty perch of the Crow’s Nest stage, Massimino regaled a packed crowd with entertaining tales of his storied career, which very nearly didn’t get off the ground: he failed the Nasa application three times and was told that his poor eyesight would disqualify him from ever becoming an astronaut. Massimino eventually proved the naysayers wrong and entered outer space. When he got there he was so overwhelmed by the sight of Earth he had to look away. “I thought ‘this is too beautiful for human eyes. People are not supposed to see this’”.

As for the cuisine, it’s surprisingly better than you might expect – although taking biscuits into space is a definite no-no: during periods of weightlessness, crumbs can clog up vital machinery or just get in your eye. Given that this is Glasto, Massimino was of course asked what music he listens to while in space. His personal choice is Radiohead, which matches the mood of interstellar travel, but he’s also partial to a bit of Sting as well.

Maximum allowable points for this pro-level celeb spotting.

Get ready for some serious moves, John Peel tent.

West Holts apparently had the biggest opening audience for their stage ever today, as the Hot 8 Brass Band crowdpleased the daylights out of them:

Halsey has clearly never been to Glastonbury before.

She’s on the Other stage at 5.40pm. Here’s a brilliant interview with her from today’s Guardian, discussing her fears, the weirdness of fame, and why she can’t stand Iggy Azalea:

For grime fans, the Sonic tent is where it’s at. All Friday long it hosts the cream of British MCs, and is already off to a ravey start. On a “mad ting” is Big Tobz, flanked by two DJs, kicking off with Stormzy’s Big for Your Boots, mixed into Migos’s T-Shirt, and then playing his own new song Slay. “We’re gonna shut this shit down today, Glastonbury!” By the time his set ends, the festival has its first moshpit, and Tobz is in the middle of it.

Grime has been infiltrating Glasto more regularly in recent years, but this year its pioneers and heavyweights have assembled: Wiley, Dizzee Rascal, Stormzy, Skepta and JME’s Boy Better Know all appear this year.

Sonic’s focus though is on the new-gen stars, the UK’s brightest talents from grime, rap, Afrobeats and beyond; young artists who cherrypick from genres across the African diaspora and British underground club history, from Drake’s newest hope Dave to Croydon rapper Nadia Rose.

“This is music that’s from our generation, for us,” says Elliot, 24, from Harrow. “It’s good to see Glasto finally reflecting that.”

Jessica, 22, from Huddersfield, says: “We came last year when all the grime music was on – Stormzy and Bugzy Malone – and this was where the vibes are. It’s a different atmosphere than the rest of Glastonbury; it feels like it’s a club. I’m coming back for Nadia Rose – she’s going to slay it.”

Our reporter James Coke, who has MS and is romping round Glastonbury in a special wheelchair trike, is meeting other disabled festivalgoers and hearing their experiences. First up is Dawn Fletcher-Park:

I was diagnosed with MS in about 1990, but carried on going to festivals and camped out in the main field with the punters for a good 10 years after that. It got to the stage where I was tripping over the tent pegs, couldn’t sleep and the heat was just defeating me; I thought I couldn’t go on doing festivals any more.

One of my friends suggested that I camp in the disabled-access camping, and I said: ‘Ooh, I’m not going to do that, I’m not disabled enough’. Then there was one year when I couldn’t leave my tent and I decided to give it a shot. It was like going to Club Med. It was great because they had accessible showers, accessible toilets, and the staff and volunteers were absolutely fantastic. After that I started volunteering for the festival.

The disabled camping area is like it’s own little community, it has its own little Facebook group. We have campfires in the evening where everyone just hangs out. It’s amazing, it really is. There’s a community spirit, and everyone is so happy and wants to help everybody else. It is probably the only field that gets left completely clean at the end of the festival. If every other field were to be like this it would be amazing.

Johnny Depp may have departed, but you can still check out the Cinerarmageddon area where he appeared – it features a host of bizarre customised cars to watch films from. Our tip is: don’t go see Stalker if you’re in a wonky mood.

Gwilym Mumford spoke to Julien Temple about how he came up with the concept:

Applause for this pun.

After weeks of spontaneously emerging from boozy Brits nationwide, the “Oh, Jeremy Cor-byn” chant to the tune of Seven Nation Army has been the official song of Glastonbury so far:

Yesterday an attempt was made to make the world’s biggest peace sign, and it was a pretty amazing effort:

Guardian photographer Alicia Canter got the on-the-ground view:

Here’s our news piece on it:

As well as small children, also joining us this year is James Coke, a wheelchair user with multiple sclerosis (and also a chef when he’s not reporting from Glastonbury). He’ll be meeting other disabled festivalgoers and sharing their experiences.

Hello, my name is James Coke, and I’ve come to the festival this year to check out what it’s like for someone such as myself – I’ve got multiple sclerosis – attending with a disability. I’m on my mountain trike and hope to come out on the other side. It’s going to be an adventure so try and join me as I explore the site and find out what is on offer.

The site is vast – it’s like a small city. Getting around is testing, but everywhere appears accessible and the disabled campground is perfect, populated by many affable, hardcore veterans, who appear to have made this place their second home. I had a good crack yesterday, managing to make it up a steep, bumpy incline to visit the famous stone circle and got to know my bearings. So today I’m ready for day one proper, taking in some bands and exploring more. Come Monday my arms are going to be lead …

There was a sober start to the day earlier, with Peter Hook and Rowetta helping mark a minute’s silence for the victims of the Manchester Arena attack and the Grenfell Tower fire.

Please meet Z, the youngest member of the Glastonbury reviewing team this year! She’ll be offering her take on the bands across the weekend. Here’s her take on Napalm Death:

81-year-old festival founder Michael Eavis played his own secret set last night, delivering a blast of Elvis:

Some more images from our team, documenting Glastonbury’s Thursday evening:

One of the more unexpected bookings at Glasto this year is Napalm Death, the Brummie grindcore band whose violent energy doesn’t really dovetail with the hippie vibes wafting through the ether. But set in the Shangri-La area, which this year aims to wake people up to environmental devastation, it made total sense. Gwilym Mumford was on hand:

It’s hard to think of a more apocalyptically apt choice to launch Glasto’s new metal-themed area than Napalm Death. Over 30 years and 16 albums, the grindcore goliaths – and Ed Miliband’s favourite band – have pummelled away at the boundaries of extreme music. Despite inching towards their 50s, Barney Greenway and co haven’t lost their ability to send timid audiences running to the hills.

There are a few early exitees here as the band launch into the onslaught of the title track of their latest album Apex Predator – Easy Meat, but a surprising number of people seem to be sticking around. That’s largely because Napalm Death are a hugely entertaining prospect live, with Greenway’s droll wit breaking up the aural assault. “This is possibly one for the Napalm Death purists,” he deadpans before launching into a burst of violent noise that sounds near-identical to the one that preceded it.

There’s always been a socially conscious element to Napalm Death’s output, and there’s a poignant moment when Greenway references the Grenfell tragedy ahead of the righteously indignant sludge track Dear Slum Landlord. For the most part this is a celebratory affair, and the biggest cheer comes when the band play their signature tune, You Suffer – all two seconds of it.

Here’s Gwilym with a moshpit selfie:

And the award for least exciting secret set goes to:

More excitingly, Harry Styles and the Killers are the names we keep hearing bandied about. In our era of fake news though, we’ll be canvassing Glasto-goers for the most outlandish rumours they’ve heard... more soon!

So what went down last night? Team Guardian is still reeling from a wonderful set by Chilean producer and DJ Matias Aguayo, which blended up tropical post-punk with booming techno. Blast by Esa was a particular facemelter:

The first performance on the Pyramid stage has already been and gone – it was Haçienda Classical, playing orchestral version of smash hit rave tunes. Harriet Gibsone was on hand:

And so it begins. If the enormous crowd for Haçienda Classical is anything to go by, then Glastonbury 2017 is raring to rave. In previous years the opening slot on the Pyramid stage welcomes a smattering of early risers laying down their rugs and staking out their space for the rest of the day. This year, however, the nocturnal grooves, hedonistic stabs of piano and soul-quaking gospel vocals attracts everyone from dehydrated bucket-hat-wearing lads who lurked in the Manchester club in the 90s, energy-filled teens who are drawn to beats like glitter-adorned moths to flame, and families having their porridge oats and orange juice on picnic chairs.

It’s an usual cross-section, but such is the populist appeal of twinning turbocharged club music with a luscious live band setup packed with surging brass, strings, and a hype-man in a waistcoat. It’s the ramped-up take on Ultra Nate’s Free that raises arms in the air and ignites the masses like an overly caffeinated Zumba class. Even the most cynical of minds can’t feel a little giddy at the optimism in the field already.